"Indeed you are." Quiet. Grateful, if you're paying attention. 

"I am--overseeing this whole project. Nothing gets past me."

Q doesn't quite think that's true but it might be nice if it were. "And what an excellent overseer you are." 

"Thank you, thank you. I do my best."

...he has no idea how much any of the subtext there got through. He doesn't know Tommy that well but hasn't really gotten the impression that the kid speaks subtext. 

But he's not making it text in front of Wilbur, so. "I'll see you around?" he says to Wilbur. 

"See you around."

He's not going back to Kinoko today, he'll scream, and also he wants to keep an eye on when Wilbur leaves Paradise. So instead he'll hang out in the space needle for a while. 

(It's a gorgeous view. Would be a really good place for elytra practice, if he set his spawn nearby; it's not just tall but taller than everything else around it, there's all this water right nearby, and it has an elevator so he wouldn't have to tower back up every time.) 

Wilbur leaves Paradise in the afternoon. Tommy hangs around a bit longer, but not that much longer; call it an hour or so.

Right, okay. Once Wilbur's definitely gone he goes back to the tunnel. Breaks the line of redstone, and then removes not the first TNT block but the second and the sixth and the ninth and the tenth and the thirteenth and so on, not in any regular pattern, such that you'd have to check every single one to make sure you'd replaced all the ones he removed. And then he starts looking for Fundy. 

Fundy's around!

"Hello." He is maybe kind of visibly stressed, mostly because it's a relief to get to be kind of visibly stressed. "Uh— can I ask you for, like, a medium-sized favor—" 

"...Probably? What is it?"

"There's a bunch of TNT in the casino. Mostly behind posters rather than in the walls. It goes down to a tunnel between Las Nevadas and Paradise. I broke the redstone and removed enough of it that even if the button's pushed nothing should happen but if you could check that and maybe remove what's left, and not tell anyone that I'm the one who told you and ideally pretend you just randomly found it, I would really, really appreciate it." 

"...Wilbur? I mean--yeah, yeah, I can do that."

"...yeah. I— sorry, I try not to bring him up around you I know it's kind of a sore spot, I just— didn't have anyone else I could ask.

Thank you. It means a lot." 

"You don't have to, um, avoid bringing him up, just--

--does he--talk about me? Ever?"

He has to think about it, which is probably already damning.

"He's— mentioned you? He brings you up sometimes? Not in a lot of depth, but— I mean, I'm avoiding the subject with him too, right, because I know it's a sore spot—" 

Yeah, it is.

"Right, no, yeah, I get it. I'll get the TNT."

"Thank you. I'm really sorry." 

"Not your fault."

"Doesn't mean it doesn't suck." 

"I should-- probably tell Quackity."

Yeah, okay, he'll drop it. "Probably. I'll clear out for that, I'll see you sometime this week and we can hang out?" 

"Yeah! Yeah, that sounds great, I'd love to."

Then, plans made, he'll head elsewhere. 

...he still doesn't know the full story with Fundy, he reminds himself. Wilbur might have some incredibly sympathetic explanation for that, and Q wouldn't know it, because he hasn't been asking, and because when there's a thing someone won't talk about there's always a chance that the story is really, really bad. His Wilbur went to quite some lengths to ensure he'd never have children. Q doesn't know. 

But he can kind of suspect. It really hasn't been a good week for his regard of Wilbur.